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I was very disappointed in 'The Confidential Agent". Graham Greene is one of my favorite writers and this book felt like it was written by someone trying to imitate him. An agent from an unnamed country, although presumably Spain, fighting in an unnamed war, and identified only as D. is sent to London to procure coal for the people fighting against the Fascists. And although it seems like an interesting idea for a book there was not even the hint of excitement. It just so happens on his journey to London D. meets the daughter of the minister with whom D. must negotiate to buy the coal. And despite the fact that she is a dish and he is described as older and dressed shabbily, she falls in love with him and always seems to turn up when he needs help. Which is like every chapter. Everyone D. comes in contact with seems to know he is an agent and conspires to thwart him. Anyone who assists him turns up dead. At one point he is outbid for the coal by a bidder claiming to represent the people but really represents the Fascists. So D. travels across England to the shuttered coal mine that will reopen to mine the coal. D. arrives to a depressed town suddenly filled with great joy as word spreads that the mine will reopen. Whereupon D. makes an appeal to the miners not to reopen the mine because the coal will be going to the Fascists not the people. Yeah, Richard Trumka would agree to that. And that's just it. The whole book is just so implausible that it didn't even seem like a Graham Greene book. "The Confidential Agent"? Confidentially, it stunk.